I knew I’d changed—the fact that I was thinking about him at all was proof of that—but I also knew I was on thin ice and could change right back in a heartbeat. I just knew it. Back in the same crappy apartment and the same crappy life with the same crappy people and drugs around, it might not take very much for me to slide back down the hill.
If that happened, I thought, about the only improvement for Sean from where he was now was that I wasn’t a child molester...if the guy who had taken him was even that.
Maybe, the best thing I could do for Sean was to stay away from him. Maybe, it would be better for him if I just ran off into the woods and let Mike find him a new home.
If I just disappeared from his life like my father had from mine.
Then again, look how I turned out.
I think
